Tang Dynasty Demon Suppression Division

This action instantly touched everyone's hearts, and they all followed suit. Looking at Li Yuan, a deep meaning flashed in Mr. Mo's eyes.

"salute--!"

Suddenly, Captain Zhang, who was standing to the side, shouted loudly, his voice booming like a bell.

The soldiers behind him immediately straightened their bodies and performed the most solemn chest-beating salute in the Tang army, their movements perfectly synchronized and carrying an aura of iron-blooded killing intent.

The trainees subconsciously straightened up as well, staring at the wall, their hearts filled with mixed emotions.

"Ugh—!"

"Waaaaah—!"

A deep, desolate bugle call suddenly rose from the highest watchtower on the pass, instantly shattering the silence inside.

The bugle calls grew louder and louder, followed by the thunderous booming of war drums. The once peaceful city walls were instantly filled with the energy of all the soldiers.

"Enemy attack!"

"There's a pack of wolf demons to the north, mixed with a small number of ghouls, numbering over a thousand!" A hoarse roar came from the watchtower, and after being amplified by some kind of magic, it instantly spread throughout the entire level.

The crowd's expressions changed slightly; they hadn't expected to be attacked by the enemy before even reaching the city wall.

"A-class battalion, take up positions! Prepare crossbows!"

"Battalion B reserve team, assemble! Battalion C, check equipment!"

"Formation masters in position! Reinforce the northeast section of the city wall!"

"Medical officer! Logistics!"

"Hurry, hurry, hurry!"

Commands, running, the clanging of metal, the neighing of warhorses... all rang out instantly.

The boys had never seen anything like it before. The somber and tragic atmosphere they had just experienced was instantly replaced by the real war alarm before their eyes.

Seeing those soldiers who had seemed ordinary just moments before now operating like tightly wound killing machines, their faces radiating a chilling killing intent, each one of them was shaken to their core…

Captain Zhang hurriedly cupped his hands in greeting: "Excuse me, please return." With that, he walked away.

However, the two instructors did not take them away immediately, seemingly wanting them to witness the scenes of war.

The wind, carrying sand and gravel, made the banners on the city wall flutter loudly.

Their vision was blurred by the swirling yellow sand and smoke. Standing on the hillside of the city wall, they couldn't see the scene outside the pass at all. All they could hear were endless sounds of fighting, the crisp clash of weapons, the dull thuds, and the howls and wails that were indistinguishable between humans and demons.

It drifted clearly through the sandstorm, stinging one's eardrums painfully.

"Quickly, stop the bleeding!"

Soon, stretchers began to be carried back.

Teams of laborers carried stretchers and ran frantically, dark red blood dripping down the cracks in the wooden planks, leaving long trails of blood on the ground.

The soldiers who were just chatting and laughing a moment ago now have broken arms, broken legs at bizarre angles, and half of their bodies covered in blood and gore, leaving only faint groans...

Some stretchers were completely silent, with stiff outlines protruding from under the sheets.

The laborers carrying the stretchers were panting heavily, their faces covered in dust, their eyes tired, as if they had long since become numb.

The horns on the city wall blew again and again, and soldiers kept passing by, surging towards the city wall. They were silent, and no one hesitated or showed the slightest fear in the face of the powerful demon.

The wind grew colder, and the thick stench of blood mixed with sand assaulted my face, bitter and astringent. A suffocating atmosphere permeated the entire Shenwu Pass.

"vomit--"

One of the trainees turned pale, his legs went weak, and he couldn't help but bend over and dry heave.

Immediately afterwards, two or three more trainees also turned pale, covered their mouths, and trembled slightly.

Even Wu Yu, Zhou Mo, and the others turned pale and began to breathe rapidly.

They finally experienced firsthand what war was like, a stark contrast to the cool descriptions in books!

This is a cruel, real battlefield where bloodshed and death can occur at any moment!

"Instructor Liu!" Shen Lian gripped the hilt of his sword tightly. "I request to fight!"

Before Liu Hongyan could answer, one of the veterans who remained beside her urged her on.

"This is just routine harassment, of medium scale. There's no need to worry; the garrison inside the pass is sufficient to handle it. Instructor Liu, please lead the students to evacuate immediately!"

"No!"

"We are practitioners too!"

Cheng Zhao suddenly stepped forward and said loudly, his eyes showing surprise, but even more so, a fighting spirit eager to try.

Shen Lian drew his long sword, his crimson eyes fixed on the city wall, exuding murderous intent.

"Yes! We can help!"

The other students also realized what was happening and joined in the chant.

Witnessing war firsthand stirred the blood of some hot-blooded young men.

"Nonsense!" The veteran suddenly turned around and roared angrily at the group of eager teenagers.

"What do you think this is? Playing house? This is a battlefield! A killing field!"

"What good are you bunch of kids who've never even seen a drop of blood? All you'll do is cause chaos and get yourselves killed!"

His gaze was like a knife, sweeping over every defiant young face, his tone icy and utterly merciless.

Look at yourselves!

"He can't even stand up straight, he was so scared he vomited! With that little courage and composure, he dares to talk about helping?"

"The claws of demons and the teeth of ghouls won't hold back just because you're geniuses!"

The students were given a severe scolding, and their faces turned red, especially the few boys who had just been vomiting, who were so ashamed they wanted to disappear.

Chu Yunhe gritted his teeth, wanting to say something more, but was stopped by a stern look from Liu Hongyan.

"We are not a burden!"

Wu Yu blushed and retorted, "We have cultivation and combat skills. Even if we don't go to the front lines, we can at least help carry arrows and treat the wounded, right?"

"Treat the wounded?"

The old soldier, enraged, laughed and pointed to the horse path not far away, where several laborers and low-ranking auxiliary soldiers were rushing down a stretcher carrying a soldier whose chest and abdomen had been torn open and was covered in blood; he was clearly beyond saving.

Further away, some laborers were silently carrying logs, stones, kerosene, and other items, their movements swift and efficient.

"See that? That's a real battlefield, not your childish training ground. The blood of the wounded really can splatter all over your faces!"

The veteran's sarcasm struck the hearts of the young men like a whip.

Just then, Wu Yu's gaze swept across the busy crowd and he saw an old figure directing the movement of medicine boxes.

"If even that old man can help, why can't we...?"

The crowd looked in the direction of the voice and saw an old man with white hair and wrinkles on his face as if carved by a knife. He looked inconspicuous and even a little weak. There was no trace of the aura of a cultivator on his body. He was just like an ordinary laborer that could be seen anywhere in the pass.

"Yeah, he's just an ordinary old man with no cultivation, and he can help out here. We can too," another student couldn't help but mutter to himself.

"An ordinary old man?"

A slightly hoarse voice rang out. Mr. Mo, who had been silently drinking, had somehow walked to the front of the group and looked at the busy white-haired old man with respect in his eyes.

Do you know who he is?

"His surname is Yang, and his given name is Ji. Sixty years ago, he was the General of the North who guarded this pass. He was a third-rank official and commanded 100,000 border troops. He was also a rare Dao Realm expert among our human race. His Heaven-Splitting Halberd Technique once made the demons of the Northern Desert tremble with fear."

Entering the Taoist realm?

General Who Guards the North?

These words were like a thunderclap, exploding in the ears of the trainees.

Everyone stared wide-eyed, looking incredulously at the hunched, aged figure.

Entering the Dao Realm—that's the legendary terrestrial immortal, a national treasure!

The old man in front of me, who looks frail and old, was once such a powerful being?